Senior Cheif Marshal Chase Latis had just finished looking over the report of the Mjolnir's landing at the Imperial training facility when a starfighter was detected at the edge of Carida's gravity well. He stood and looked to the viewpanel, which immediately shot zoom to what appeare to be an old Actis-model of fighter. He chose to speak to the comm, his voice wasy but firm.

"Unidentified fighter, transmit identification codes and slave circuit relays. An escort of TIE Interceptors is enroute to take you to docking bay TC-12 - power down weapons and shields or we will consider you hostile. You have one minute to comply."

Even as the Senior Cheif Marshal spoke, the squadron of Interceptors shot past the control tower in a double-delta squad formation towars the vessel. He was confident that, even if the Actis did pose a threat that the Interceptors would make quick work of it. He sat back in the command chair and folded his hands, waiting for the response._________________Protector of the Empire, "The Barry White of Buchery"

"Build a man a fire and he will be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life."

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The fighters escorted the Actis to a docking bay, where a flight of TIE Defenders waited hovering with ion cannons trained on the fighter. The Interceptors flew back to their docking bay as tractor beams locked on the ETA-2, guiding it safely to rest in the secure hangar bay.

A squad of Stormtroopers, with blasters armed but resting easily across their chest waited for the occupant to come out, the sergeant speaking in an official tone as the canopy opened. "Unidentified pilot, you are to be escorted to a holding cell pending confirmation of your identity. Your craft will not be damaged in any way, but we must confiscate any weapons you may be holding pending approval from Stormtrooper Command and our learning of the nature of your business."

Two stormtroopers, blasters set to maximum stun moved to flank position to Xaph's left and right, unerring aim set at either flank as a third trooper stepped forward and holstered his blaster, moving to pat Xaph down. The process was very routine and within moments Xaph was being led, without cuffs, to a holding cell within a five minute walk of the Academy._________________Protector of the Empire, "The Barry White of Buchery"

"Build a man a fire and he will be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life."

Xaph's cell wasn't as bad as it could have been. It was only a tempory holding, normally used for prisoners who are scheduled to be moved soon, and contained just a long seat running alongside the back of the room, and a small light shining down on him.

He had his armor removed, but still kept on the entire bodyglove which allowed only a view of his eyes and the dark colored skin underneath. He had given up all his weapons, he wouldn't need them if this went how he was hoping.

He waited._________________Can you refrain from playing with your immortality? - Lazer